CHAPTER 872: CHAPTER 544: TWO WOMEN CLASH

Of course, Ivy Miller couldn’t hear anything at all.

Marigold Birch looked at her: "Since that’s the case, why are you still working in the same group with him? Is it true that you’ve rekindled your old affair?"

"I’m already married, with a husband who loves me and a child we both adore, why would I cheat?

My husband is so outstanding, why would I rekindle an old flame with a guy who once cheated on me?

Also, being in the same group with Robert Weston to handle business wasn’t my request; it was the company’s arrangement.

I have a clear conscience, am I supposed to tell the whole world that this man cheated on me before and hurt me, so I shouldn’t be in the same group with him?

I clearly have no feelings for him anymore; working with him is no different than working with anyone else.

It’s just that the company assigned an assistant to me, that’s all.

Your reasoning really confuses me, I’d like to know what your purpose is for blocking my way here today."

"You saw last night’s forum, didn’t you? Is the news in there true?"

Ivy Miller hissed: "Last night, I watched it together with my husband at home.

After watching it, my husband said that it was someone fabricating things, envious and jealous of me; he didn’t believe this thing was true at all.

But you, as Robert Weston’s wife, should know him best.

To me, he’s a jerk, but to you, he should be the closest person by your side.

You should be very aware of his true character; do you also know that he’s actually a jerk by nature?"

"Ivy Miller, don’t go overboard with your words," Robert Weston squeezed through the crowd from the side.

Robert Weston walked over to Marigold Birch and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"Marigold, didn’t I tell you yesterday that my affair with her was long over, why don’t you believe me?

I used to be a bit restless, but that was in the past, I’ve changed now.

I’m sincere with you, more genuine than gold and silver."

Ivy Miller shook her head helplessly: "Robert Weston, Marigold Birch, trouble the two of you, settle your internal conflicts first before you look for trouble with others.

Moreover, from now on, spare me from false accusations; I’ve always hated being wrongly accused."

After speaking, Ivy Miller walked toward the elevator; seeing her approaching, the crowd promptly scattered to avoid her.

Once she entered the elevator, seeing no one else moved, she raised her brow: "No one else is coming in, right? Then I’ll go up first."

Looking at the crowd at the elevator entrance, she directly closed the elevator doors.

Entering the office, the chatter stopped immediately; Ivy Miller didn’t mind, she had a clear conscience after all.

That was how she comforted herself.

Just five minutes after she entered the office, Marigold Birch pushed open the door to her office.

Ivy Miller sat there, looking at her, not in a very pleasant mood.

"Miss Birch, it’s working hours; please knock before entering my office."

Marigold Birch stood at the door without closing it and said to her: "Ivy Miller, stay away from my husband in the future.

My husband said that he didn’t like you since breaking up with you; he hopes you won’t pester him."

Just as Ivy Miller was about to speak, Marigold Birch turned and left.

The way she spoke was ambiguous; anyone who didn’t know would think it was Ivy Miller pestering her husband.

Moreover, now that she’s gone, others would certainly think that’s the case.

She was never the type to swallow insults for unrelated people.

She got up and walked to Marigold Birch’s desk, at this moment, Marigold had already sat down.

She tilted her head, looking somewhat nervous.

Ivy Miller smiled: "I’ll say three points, listen carefully, and everyone in the office should listen too.

First, I dated your husband for a few years before, but it was after your husband cheated on me that we broke up. I really hate it when men cheat.

My classmates, Robert Weston’s buddies, they all know how much I despise Robert Weston, so I won’t pester your husband because I despise him too much."

Second, my marriage and family are very happy right now. I’m grateful your husband doesn’t like me, just as I despise him for not liking her; but that doesn’t mean I’ll weakly allow baseless rumors to hurt me.

From now on, you can talk about me behind my back all you want, but if anyone says something unpleasant and I hear it, I won’t let it slide.

Third, I will soon produce evidence for you all to see, and when that time comes, I hope those who spoke ill of me from behind will personally go and apologize to me on that post; after all, wrongly accusing others is not the right thing to do."

Ivy Miller looked at Marigold Birch: "I hope you won’t pester me with this matter any further.

In the past, when I was with your husband, he didn’t know you, and I didn’t know my husband either.

We can only say that back then, compromises were to wait for the best future.

Now I’ve found this best future, so I really hate hearing people linking me to the past.

People should look ahead, right? After all, my eyes are at the front; I’m looking forward."

She turned back into the office, and at this moment, the office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After entering the room, she agitatedly made a phone call to Henry Sullivan.

Henry Sullivan could tell her mood was really bad: "Are rumors spreading heavily in the company?

Why don’t you come home; there’s no need to struggle. Anyway, I believe you; it’s not necessary to care about what others think."

"But I can’t help caring; this is an insult to my character.

Even if I really need to leave, I want to wait until the truth is out before leaving; otherwise, I’d be too wronged.

I clearly didn’t do anything, yet I am being depicted so badly. Who have I offended?"

While Ivy Miller was speaking, the desk’s intercom phone rang. She took a breath: "Uncle, I need to go now, the phone’s ringing and I need to start working."

"Call me again when you feel wronged."

"Mm," after hanging up the cellphone, she picked up the desk intercom: "Hello, Human Resources Department."

"It’s Nathan Rhodes."

Ivy Miller felt a bit tense: "Director Rhodes, what can I do for you?"

"Come to my office for a moment."

Nathan Rhodes’ voice was incredibly stern; Ivy Miller knew she was surely aware of the issue, and now wanted to reprimand her.

She took a breath, reminding herself to stay calm and composed.

If she couldn’t maintain her composure, no one in the company could help her.

Besides, this issue wasn’t her fault.

Of course, Nathan Rhodes would definitely choose not to believe her; after all, his mother already didn’t like her.

Forget it, why endure for people who don’t like you; speak your mind and say whatever you want, it’s no big deal.

With this thought, she stood up calmly and walked out the door.

Arriving outside Nathan Rhodes’ office, Florence Wilder was just about to enter to report work to him.

Seeing Ivy Miller, Florence Wilder stepped up: "Sister-in-law, are you okay?"

"Me? What could happen to me?"

"I heard someone saying this morning that you had...well, an unpleasant encounter with a female colleague downstairs, are you alright?"

Ivy Miller looked at her, smiled, clearly noticing that she was watching the drama unfold, yet she had to pretend to be a saint, speaking with this caring tone.

She really despises it, okay?